Truppen of Corpses

...Preaching under a swinging bare light bulb. Like teaching me to give in.
I say: here you are, red-haired, imagine - like you’re standing in a column. A slight tremor strikes. Are you waiting...
What will you become in Dachau? Or will you also become old and greedy?
Sleep saves... Man, “a creature that gets used to it.” (Dos)
He's so attractive. Sent from God to the circle of the blessed and their wives...
...I don’t want to remember in vain the love of dirty undergrounders. She's not for us. Like not ours...
So the ballerinas run to the stagehand. In wet packs. Free yourself from desire.
...And love is also found like a dream of people suffering from disentery, without beginning or end.
When they float freely and see clearly around them. That's how it is now - we formed a circle...
...Borges has something about the city of immortals. They collected small stones blindly. In empty hope. Under the monotonous blows on the rail. Like in a dream. Without clothes...
Stacatto is paradoxically immobilizing. There’s like a metaphor for a metaphor, the rhyming clatter of a motorized trolley. Scene from "The Nutcracker". He jumps - "jump-click", "jump-click"...
It's sad... Should I go get some vodka? To this local hell.
...Then it’s stupid to look at the warm sea. Like lying in a morgue.
Then resurrect with the legendary blind man. His 'khuy' is hard! - the morgue duty officer yells...
The sea is colored cognac with floating inflatable mattresses and sailors in bikinis on their backs.
...Take the antidote, moron! Look from the old Kremlin walls.
Everything seems funny and glossy. Like in that joke where the Chinese drink tsai, and the pshek drinks kava...
This has now become fashionable, like it has become fashionable:
Nike sneakers and vest from Gucci.
In terms of reflexes: from a smile at an ajar door to a tighter harness.
You look from under your forehead like a gray Woland...
Only ever-white teeth will remain, just like those left by Buddha. So it will be!
Shine a light on what’s behind the mirror?, whispers the crazy shi-, phu, damn it!, physicist.
I see a black hole. It is filled with light, but pulls down.
Prince Gautama bastardized for this. Who was given birth standing up. From an unstable position. Under a small Christmas tree, in the Russian frost...
This is worth reading in more detail: when the eight-armed spider Shiva taught the Apostle Paul to cross himself correctly from left to right, grabbing him by the collar,
and do not close the door to the bathroom so that the air is diluted by the household gas...
By the way, do you know what corpses smell like? And where and why are their troupens marching with a bound?